“Make it two days, I. Royal doesn’t have that much time left.”
*
Chapter Two
Frost
“You want a beer?”
I leaned against the bar and glanced at the sliding patio door. Indiana had walked out almost ten minutes ago, and she still hadn’t come back.
“Yo, earth to Frost,” Zig called from behind the bar.
“What?” My eyes didn’t leave the door.
“You trying to open the door with your mind or something?”
I grunted but didn’t reply.
Zag plopped down in the stool next to me. “What the hell are you staring at the door for?”
“It’s been eleven minutes since Indiana walked through it.” Zig smirked. “The longest she’s been out of his sight other than when she’s sleeping.”
“Fuck you,” I grunted. She wasn’t always in my sight. Though it wasn’t for a lack trying to always keep her there.
“So, she got gold-plated tits that squirt beer or something?” Zag chuckled. “That would be the only reason I would be panting like a dog in heat after a chick like you are with Indiana.”
Zig tipped his head to the side. “Gold-plated tits that squirt beer? I sometimes wonder what the hell is going on inside your head. How are we related, let alone twins? I shared a womb with you, weird-ass.” Zig shivered and cringed. “I must be the normal one.”
“I’ve got an imagination, asswipe. You should be pissed you don’t have one.” Zag flipped off Zig and tipped his beer to his lips. “Mama screwed you over.”
“You really think we should start talking about mamas when we all got the same fucking one?” I growled.
“We ain’t even getting into you. You’re the youngest. You got fucked over. Zig and I got the good looks and sense of humor. All you got was your stick-in-the-mud attitude.” Zag shook his head and set his beer down.
“By stick-in-the-mud attitude, I think you mean I’m responsible.” At least when it came to the three of us, I was definitely the most responsible. “You two assholes might want to try it sometime.”
“You mean how you were so responsible when you rode the pink barbie Jeep power wheel to the gas station for booze?” Zig snickered.
“That was three fucking years ago. You think you two can get over that?” Jesus Christ. I couldn’t go a week without someone bringing up that shit. “Fucking hell.”
“Op, here she comes,” Zag whispered. “Wipe the drool from your lip, Frost.”
When I was little, I sometimes wished I were an only child. That thought was back with a vengeance whenever these two decided to be smartasses, and I was their target.
Indiana slipped through the sliding door, and she looked directly at me.
Zag elbowed me in the side. “Oh, she’s looking at you, little brother.”
“You want me to pass her a note in homeroom? Check yes or no if she likes you?” Zig laughed.
“Swear to God. You two assholes were dropped on your fucking heads,” I growled. “How the hell you two are older than me is fucking amazing.”
Zag smiled wide. “I don’t wanna grow up.”
“I’m a Toys ‘R’ Us kid,” Zig finished. They bumped fists and chuckled like they were fucking David Spade and Chris Farley.
My focus stayed with Indiana as she walked back over to the group of girls sitting on the couch. She plopped down in the middle of them and reached for her beer on the table.